Monday, June 12, 2006

Nuisance Farmer

Obliterated and steaming A carcass of the lord, lord of democraticWet t-shirt contests. I oblige a Morbid collection of toe clippings. What happens when the organ dumps Are full? A shadow comes and sniffsThe ruins of a hospital’s viscera. We wear a cloud of diabolical Children’s sweaters. Hallway shameEnlargens the sounds of momentous Legs astride for revenge, clouds Of revenge stomaching a weight, A writhing combustion on the soldiersHill top of remorse. Which steams.